Before Constantine had time to think about what the corpse before him was, he heard the roar of a vehicle engine drawing near, followed by the sound of car doors opening. Someone was clearly coming.
Constantine looked around and spotted a pile of scrap deep inside the warehouse.
He had no time to think. He rushed over and hid beneath a sheet of plastic. Then, glaring light shone through the gap beneath the rising rolling shutter, turning the floor as white as snow.
The trails of blood spreading across the floor resembled plum blossoms blooming in winter. Constantine's pupils contracted sharply, because from where he stood, there were at least seven or eight corpses lying on the warehouse floor.
The people who entered were a man and a woman. With the light behind them, Constantine could not make out their faces, but they spoke English with British accents like his own, so he heard their conversation clearly.
"Laura, I told you long ago that Patient Number One couldn't be released this early. When we brought him back, his performance already surpassed all our previous test subjects. And he has high-functioning autism; his mental state is unstable to begin with..."
"Enough." The woman spoke. "This was our joint decision. Didn't you want to see Patient Number One's capabilities too?"
As she spoke, she raised her chin toward the corpses, turned to the man, and said, "See that? That's him, our most successful experimental subject so far. Fifteen years old, and with nothing but a knife, he killed eleven trained security guards carrying loaded guns..."
Hearing that, Constantine frowned deeply. He looked in another direction and saw bullet marks on the warehouse wall.
But judging from the blood on the floor, none of the bullets had hit anyone. Every corpse on the